Written by Miguel

Fiction
1 Nov 2009


Well to go on with the story, my darling, after you had given me a good seeing to and after and after I had knelt over you and you had given me a good long licking beneath it, which always drives me wild and makes me come, and after we had sat back and you looked at me through that sexy blue g while we enjoyed a cigarette, we did finally make it upstairs. As I remember, I went up first and stood on the top step and lifted my skirt for you to enjoy a view of stocking-tops and suspender belt and, of course, my open g that I remember pulling wider open with two hands for you to get a proper look at my cunt as well. You did seem to like that but, by the time you reached the top step, I was already lying on my back on the bed, legs wide apart in the air for you to see my cunt as you came in. You certainly got the message for the next minute you were deep inside me giving me a good seeing to and I was coming and coming once more. Then there was exhaustion and the need for sleep!

‘You would’, I thought to myself before I fell asleep, ‘just have to wait and see whether I could walk around all the next day with that monster inside me’, though I had noticed you cutting the end off it earlier, hoping, no doubt, that my knickers would keep it nicely inside me. ‘Well, it might happen’, I remember saying to you before sleep claimed us, ‘because I wouldn’t be able to feel it inside me anyway, would I’?

Well, the next morning, before you were awake, I was up and dressed, not in very much it has to be said for I kept the stockings and suspender belt on and the sexy blue bra which I thought would go well with my blue chemise and settled for my pretty black and pink g and went downstairs to make the coffee.

You were awake when I came back and we sat on the bed drinking our coffee and, quite predictably, you pulled the top of my chemise down to look at my breasts popping through my blue bra. Then after a while and quite predictably again, you asked if I could look and see which g I was wearing and I said that you had better get on with it and look under my chemise wile I drank my coffee. I just knew that eventually you would ask me to pull my g aside and let you look at me, my darling, and I enjoyed teasing you by saying it was far too early in the morning! Then, after a little more pleading I did what I had been longing to do and pulled it slowly aside and I could see the surprise on your face as you saw that cucumber nestled inside me!

You wanted to take it out and get in there yourself but I said it was there for the day now and that, besides, I was quite enjoying the feel of it. You could look while I finished my coffee and before I did the ironing, I suggested, at how snugly it fitted there inside me. Why, I said, it fits so snugly I hardly even know it’s there. That was a bit naughty of me to tell such fibs again for, in fact, coming up the stairs with the coffee I had felt it bulging inside me and even at that moment as you were looking at me under my chemise, which is something I love you doing and find incredibly erotic even if I pretend not to, it seemed huge and the sensation of it inside me was bringing me to the point of coming.

Things had turned into a dare now, though, and I wasn’t about to give up on it. I rolled a cigarette and sat back on the bed and talked nonchalantly about the day ahead and the things I should really be doing, as though there was nothing unusual about how I felt when, actually, the way you were looking under my chemise at my parted legs and my carelessly drawn aside g was enough to bring me to the point of orgasm, never mind that cucumber pushed up inside me which seemed to grow larger by the moment. So, at last and rather reluctantly, I finished my coffee and went over to the ironing-board, smoothing my chemise and wondering all the time what was going to happen when I did come, as I knew I would, with this monster bulging inside me and turning me on.

Ironing was never such fun because every movement brought me closer to coming and it was torment to try and resist it and to pretend to your watching eyes that all was normal and I was jus getting on with the housework. I resisted for quite a long while but eventually had to hurry back and stand by the bed where you were sitting and pull my chemise up and my g aside and ask you to lick my clitoris because I was going to come. And come I did in great waves until you licked me back to my senses, my darling.

I suppose it was a little cruel after the good licking and the relief you gave me not to take the cucumber out and let you do me again as I know you wanted to but I was in determined mood and I did finish the ironing, still at least with my breasts on view for you and eventually I went off to have a bath and get ready for the day, as we had planned to go out and do some shopping and, perhaps, finish up with a late lunch. I enjoyed the luxury of my bath and after it slowly inserting that monster in to myself and wondering how long it would be before it made me come again. I gave some thought as to what to wear because I wanted to look sexy for you but at the same time I didn’t want that enormous thing slipping out in the street! So, in the end, I settled for the black stylish top you bought me in France and the rather naughty red bra you also bought me there but which gives good uplift and lets only my nipples and a little bit of my breasts pop through its open tip. My favourite fawn skirt was pressed in to service again, partly as a reminder of the night before. And with a red suspender belt and black stockings and high-heeled shoes the ensemble was almost complete. I remember looking at myself in the mirror and thinking that for a woman of a certain age, the effect was not bad. Nice stylish top, a rather sexy but very respectable cross-cut, suede skirt and a good figure still, I reflected, and the black stockings and high heeled shoes helped give a little elegance and even mystery to the whole effect, What, though, would I do about knickers to keep that monster in place which even now seemed to be having some effect upon me? Then I remembered the lilac knickers I had bought so long ago to entertain you in and I knew they would be ideal: sexy and colourful but quite safe, I thought.

So I tripped down the stairs to where you were waiting for me as though butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth and, to your kind enquiry as we drove off as to whether I was now an outwardly very respectable lady but with a cucumber still inside me, I replied that that was for me to know and you to guess at. So saying, I allowed myself a small orgasm and put it down to the motion of the car as we went on our way.

Shopping was an experience to be remembered, though God knows what we bought. Firstly I had to remember not to walk as though I were slightly bow-legged but then, the more I made sure I was walking normally, the more I could feel that cucumber inside me bringing me to the point of coming. It was hilarious when you bought another enormous cucumber and the fit of giggles I had nearly brought me to that point again. I was over-whelmed and turned on by my secret knowledge of what a monster was inside me and had to the check-out, seemingly demurely handing over money, with all the other shoppers as I came again. I remember thinking that my knickers would be soaked at the rate I was going and wondering how much it was possible to come in a day, I remember thinking, too, that perhaps I would find out!

In the car-park outside the supermarket I thought to myself that I felt great. I was with the man I loved, I was sure that I looked good, neither too showy nor dowdy and I loved the cut and swish of my skirt, I was wearing some very sexy underwear, not least my red bra with my nipples popping through it, I was having fun, felt good and there was the thrill of knowing that I was walking around, apparently just like everyone else, but with a very large cucumber inside me that was giving me great pleasure and a lot of fun. I got in the car very contented and hoping the fun would continue.